I had just graduated from college when the serial vacations to Myrtle Beach with my brother began. No more tests or homework. No research papers, no oral presentations, no grade pressure. It was 1994. After sunset my brother and I would wander through Barefoot Landing, a sprawling shopping complex built on a marsh, with […]
For most people this is easy. So why do I dread this so much? No matter. It is time to prove to the State of Florida that I exist. I have gathered the pile of documentation required: a birth certificate, a marriage certificate, a passport, and my SC license. In the parking lot the day
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Although I like where I am, I still think about my old house in SC sometimes, forlorn and waiting, the one I left to come to Florida. After living there for over a decade, I can mentally retrace every part of the house. I remember its airy open spaces and the many windows that spilled
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At age 14, I had a wonderful epiphany that changed my life: I decided that trying to get a tan was dumb. Before then, I had always passively accepted the idea that I needed a summer tan. I envied my friends whose legs glowed with golden-brown summer health. But unlike my friends, I hated sunbathing.
